"And the purple turns to rose, and the yellow streaks of the dawn become morning approach" The Namer says and there is a sense of shadows lifting slightly, as if a shield was no longer over Dagmar's head. Then she turns to Symon "Symon of the Sluagh, you have walked by her side and shared a path with her. Now, she can go further still, where you go, see what you have seen. Do you welcome her as a peer? And do you trust she is as ready as any other whole kithain with a name?"